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... ot was not a shot.
It was a step.
A single line of armored boots crossed the boundary at dawn, quiet and deliberate, as if the city itself had agreed to hold its breath. No sirens. No banners. Just a measured advance that carried certainty in its posture. The third zone had chosen movement over message.
Rai felt it like a bell struck inside his ribs.
He stood where he had waited all night, spine straight, hands loose at his sides, eyes open to everything. The latt ...
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